Tank

The curmudgeon cannot emphasize enough the dangers of sonic density.


A quick, chest compressing music moment is far more dangerous now than when the curmudgeon was in his indestructible 20s.


Tim Spander would often come by my room at Brown - ELP album in hand, just standing in the doorway making tank tread motions (the reason for the visit was obvious - I had the best stereo in the fraternity - Don Loft having taken his Wharfdales off campus).


The fact that I had the keys to the fraternity booze fridge upstairs had, I'm sure, nothing to do with it.


So Tank was on.  Sonic density not for the innocent.


And Pete's pizza truck was always right outside.